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Monday, September 30, 2013

Jenni’s home improvement plans have turned into a disaster.
The only bright spot in her day is watching her handyman neighbor Rick as he
helps out around the neighborhood. Jenni has need of his capable hands in more
ways than one, but she refuses to become just another notch on his toolbox.

Rick is entranced by his standoffish neighbor. He has no
time for the neighborhood women who throw themselves at him, but he intends to
get into Jenni’s house, bed and heart if it’s the last thing he does.

Bracing
against the wind, Jenni took a few steps forward, sat down on the stairs and
watched as her dog barked at the tree. “Keep it up. You’ll probably have better
luck than I have today.” She hung her head. Now she needed to decide whether to
keep trying to make her project work or cut her losses and put the doors she’d
gotten off back on. At the moment, neither option sounded particularly
appealing. The only thing she absolutely had to do was clean the floor. The
rest could wait until she’d had time to drink a few glasses of pinot grigio and
enjoy some trashy reality television. Nothing like a few hours focused on
someone else’s life to make her forget about the troubles in her own.

“Problems?”

Jenni didn’t
need to look up to recognize the deep voice of her neighbor, but popped her
head up to confirm her suspicions. It’d be rude not to at least look at the
person talking to her. At least that was what she told herself. It certainly
couldn’t be because she liked gazing at his tanned skin and sun-bleached hair.

Rick Maas
leaned over the fence between their properties. Her cheeks felt hot as she
tried to think of a witty reply. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.” Maybe not by me, but by someone. She’d
kept an eye on him from the day he’d moved in three months ago. Scratch that.
She’d had both eyes glued to his gorgeous body whenever she got the chance. He
was a perfect specimen of the male form. Wavy hair, a strong chin and a smile
that could turn her knees to jelly. A few times he’d caught her staring at him
while he worked on his motorcycle in the driveway. She’d tried to pretend she
was studying the garden or checking out a bird in a tree, but she doubted he’d
been fooled by her ruse. She couldn’t help it though. The minute he took off
his shirt, her brain turned to mush and her libido took over.

“Anything
I can help you with?” That was a loaded question. Jenni could think of a
hundred things she’d like his help with, but not a single one was home
improvement related. Though a few of them risked damaging her bed frame. She
supposed he could put that back together if they broke it. After they were
done, of course.

She bit
her tongue. His offer was completely innocent and she knew it. Rick helped many
of the neighbors with little tasks around their homes. For the most part, his
assistance went to older individuals struggling to keep up with seasonal
maintenance, but many of the single women—and a few of the married ones—took
him up on his offers as well. A little too often for Jenni’s taste. How many
things could possibly go wrong in one house? She almost laughed at the thought.
Maybe she should take a better look around her kitchen before she judged too
harshly. Still, she swore a few of the ladies broke things for the sole purpose
of having Rick over. They probably made him pitchers of lemonade and homemade
chocolate chip cookies too. How clichéd.
She hated them for it. Partly because she couldn’t even make chocolate chip
cookies, let alone serve them hot out of the oven for the hunk-next-door.

About Emily Cale

Emily Cale spent
the majority of her childhood as a visitor to the worlds of her favorite
authors. With encouragement from her English teachers, she put pen to paper and
began imagining her own stories. Preferring the fascinating lives of her
characters, she majored in creative writing. When not lost in a manuscript or a
good book, she enjoys crocheting, rock climbing, and playing board games. She
currently lives in Portland, Oregon.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Monday, August 19, 2013

Olive White has had a terrible six months. It's not bad enough that years earlier she earned the nickname "Worst Witch In Witching School," she is now being forced to watch the love of her life, Campbell Bane, marry her sister Cindy. And she’s being asked to do so in a pink, puke-colored bridesmaid’s dress. Vexed doesn’t begin to describe how she feels.Her powers pick the wedding as the perfect moment to turn on, zapping both her ex and her to a magical island not found on any map. Someone is bound to find them, but perhaps Olive can get some answers, once and for all.When Campbell falls ill, she uses her considerable skills to save his life, but can she believe him when he tells her he still loves her and always has? Was he hexed, or is it all a flimsy excuse for breaking her heart?

Jodi
Linton grew up across the street from a cow pasture, where she was
more likely to been seen selling Kool-Aid in a Dixie cup at ten cents a
pop, or inviting neighbors over to watch one of her plays staged on her
father’s Bass boat. Even though she never owned one of the bovines,
she’ll
admit that the smell of cow manure had a lasting effect, making it easy to
spot a cow a mile away.

In 2001, she traded in the rednecks, cowboys, and mesquite trees of her
hometown to chase destiny out west. After a few years of mucking it around
with the roughnecks, dust storms, and droughts, she decided to dust off her
boots and head home. With a History degree in one hand and a marriage
license in the other, she followed her husband in 2006 to the Texas
heartland, fabulous Austin.

Somewhere down the line, she started writing. Maybe it was the boring job
search, or maybe it was the crazy characters dancing inside her head that
help put pen to paper. Whatever the case, writing sure beat the heck out of
working for a temp agency. The first story was about a boy lookalike Indian
Jones who chased after vampires in small town Texas. The second story was a
YA contemporary about the Grim Reaper, and well half-way through she
decided to shuck them both, partly due to the birth of her son, and mostly
because she wasn’t awe struck with the premises.

Taking a break from writing to raise her son, she filled the time by
reading, and insistently fell in love with mysteries, especially ones with
witty, spunky heroines. Four months later, she had a manuscript about a
smart-mouthed deputy and her rotten ex-boyfriend dueling
it out in small
town Texas.

After settling into the Texas Hill Country with her husband and two kids,
she joined the Writer’s League of Texas, and signed with The Belcastro
Agency. Today she can be found cozied up to the computer escaping into a
quirky world of tall tales, sexy, tight jean wearing cowboys, and a
protagonist with a sharp-tongue quick enough to hang any man out to dry.

There’s a good chance she’s brushed paths with a few of her characters, but
she’ll never tell, those lips are sealed.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

Love Beyond Expectations has released!https://spsilverpublishing.com/love-beyond-expectations-ebook-p-1507.html?zenid=a4df8525e7c1340e26769485d3f53e7eChristophe has always known he was different. Born to a wealthy French family, he has never told anyone that he is frequently thrown through time and space to visit with ghosts and other terrifying creatures. But now he knows he is an Outsider and moreover that he has a soul mate somewhere out in the world waiting for him. When his brother is taken, he heads to Maine to search for help, never expecting that his love is the woman he has lusted after for years.Ruby lived her childhood on the run and her adulthood trying to make sense of the strange things that happen to her. Now, she's with the Outsiders but she is still unsure if she'll be able to step up when it's turn to fight the evil seeking to destroy them all.Together, Ruby and Christophe will change the fates of the Outsiders. Or die trying.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Tag Line: She's given
up hope of peace, yet the Alpha's touch offers promises too hard to run from.

Blurb:

Ashwood Falls’ leopard Alpha, Keegan Andrews holds onto the pain
of his deceased mate as his own personal hell—a reminder that not all things
are what they seem. The Pack Scribe, Addyson Lewis is no exception. She’s intrigued
him like no other since the day she stumbled into Ashwood territory about
twenty-five years ago. When he discovers that just being near her calms the
storm inside him, he can’t stay away even if it means exposing her to the evil she
tried to escape.

Over a hundred years of psychological torture at the hands of the
rogue Onyx Pack has left Addyson with no memories of her life before captivity
and with the inability to control her psychometric nature. Anything or anyone
she touches sends her into their darkest past and secrets, causing her pain she
wouldn’t wish on anyone. Without the ability to control it, she’s forced to deny
her leopard the connection she craves from the Pack that welcomed her with love
and without judgment. That is, until the day Keegan involuntarily touches her
bare skin and she finds the peace she’d craved for far too long.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

So excited to tell you that Crimson Lust, my addition to the Multi-Authored Emerald Isle Fantasies, has released!

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Part of the Emerald Isle Fantasies series.

Felicity Hahn is a thief on the run in Ireland. She can’t go home and spends every day hoping Interpol doesn’t catch up with her. But when she steals a crimson-red necklace, she may have gotten more than she bargained for.

Cian Finnegan is a vampire who was turned outside the gates of Castle Tullamore over three hundred years earlier. He chases the woman who stole his necklace back to the castle, now a hotel, both to recover his possession and because her scent makes him as hard as hell.

Can the magic of the Emerald Isles give these two a happy ending, or is it too late for them both?

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Friday, July 12, 2013

From five bestselling authors
comes five brand new novellas sure to heat up the night.

From Carrie Ann Ryan's
Dante's Circle series, a demon from the fiery depths of hell must make his
choice to follow in the footsteps of his father or love the submissive wolf who
lays claim to his heart in His Choice.

From Marie Harte's Beasts of
Burden, Eira, a fierce valkyrie, has spent fifty years trying to get a rise out
of her goddess’s guardians. But when the battle-cat shifters give her what she
wants, can she handle the heat—and the danger—that comes from loving them?

From Rebecca Royce's brand new series, the Alphas of each Werewolf
Pack are on the brink of war. Travis Michaels will use all in his power to keep
innocent Lilliana out of danger and into his arms…away from rival Alpha Cyrus
Fennell.

From Lia Davis’s Ashwood
Falls series, buried pain, old lies, and dangerous secrets aren’t enough to
keep the sparks from flying as Sarah Mathews and rebel leader, Damian Archer,
try to survive a new threat against their race.

From Leia Shaw’s Shadows of
Destiny series, a war is brewing in the supernatural world. Rebel shifter
Dalton’s only passion is protecting the colony, and flirtatious misfit, Eden,
is a distraction he can’t afford. But as danger approaches, he learns that
underestimating the sexy little wolf is a big mistake.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Today I am very happy to tell you about a release and it doesn't happen to be mine. Jennifer LaRose has released a book called Phantom Mischief. It is the first book in the Emerald Isle Fantasies series with Ellora's Cave. If you are following my release news, then you know I have a book coming out in that line too, called Crimson Lust. But, Jennifer is launching that series today and that is HUGE news.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Its been a while since I blogged on my own blog. I blog a lot of other places and I frequently forget to blog here. Check the side bar to the right to see some of those other sites if you are interested.

Right now as I sit here, my kids are watching the movie Brave (we don't usually get to see the Disney Princess movies as they are all boys) but they like this one despite its female protagonist and her quest to not get married.

I've been doing a ton of writing and I'm hoping to have some new release dates soon. Tonight, I am off to eat some barbecue!

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

From Carrie Ann: Thank you for stopping by to watch Cari Quinn
and I go crazy. Well, maybe not crazy, but a little quirky never hurt anyone.
When we realized we both had a release on the same day, it was only natural
that we showed you guys what it meant to be a Car(r)i(e). I do hope you get a
chance to check out our newest editions!

From Cari: Thanks so much for hosting me and the fabulous Carrie
Ann Ryan. I love that girl and I’m so excited to read her Redwood Pack series!
If only I could read as fast as she writes! J

Shattered Emotions Blurb:

Maddox Jamenson is the Omega of the
Redwood Pack, the one burdened by emotions stronger than his own. He's spent
his entire life shrouded in the secrets of his "gift" and the price he
has to pay to keep it, yet the cost just escalated. He's known a mate could be
in the cards for him, but he can't have what he wants. Not when the battles he
has yet to fight could destroy her.

Ellie Reyes was the Central's
princess, the daughter of the most hated Alpha of all time, yet not prized. No,
she's spent her life as the toy of her brother's sadistic torture and has
endured a pain that no one else should have to even contemplate. Though when
she's rescued, the one person who could help her, her mate, turns his back on
her for reasons unknown to her. As each day passes, the strength that everyone
sees in her dwindles to a point that there may be no coming back from.

When the Centrals find a new way to
attack, leaving Ellie's only protection a mate that she doesn’t think wants
her, they’ll both have to overcome their fears and fight for something stronger
than their pain.The war isn't
over and new players are coming that will decide the outcome. Maddox and
Ellie's connection will be tested even as their fragile bond is only newly
forming.

Carrie Ann Ryan is a bestselling
paranormal and contemporary romance author. After spending too much time behind
a lab bench, she decided to dive into the romance world and find her werewolf
mate – even if it’s just in her books. Happy endings are always near – even if
you have to get over the challenges of falling in love first.

Carrie Ann’s Redwood Pack series
is a bestselling series that has made the shifter world even more real to her
and has allowed the Dante’s Circle and Holiday, Montana series to be born.
She’s also an avid reader and lover of romance and fiction novels. She loves
meeting new authors and new worlds. Any recommendations you have are
appreciated. Carrie Ann lives in New England with her husband and two kittens.

Excerpt

Ellie Reyes gripped Maddox’s
hand as tight as she could. Yes, it was the first time he’d voluntary touched
her since he’d picked her up out of the back of the Jeep when they’d first met,
but, honestly, that wasn’t important now.

She’d think about the calloused
hands of a hard worker—one who helped his Pack and brothers, not necessarily in
his job—and how they would feel against her skin. She’d think about what it all
meant later.

Maybe later she could even
relish his touch and imagine the scents of wolf and forest washing over her.

Later.

Right now, all she wanted to do
was hide in a corner so the others would stop staring at her. Or, she could
raise her chin at them all and show them they couldn’t hurt her. Her wolf
whimpered at the thought, not knowing if that were possible. She didn’t know if
she was broken or strong anymore.

She’d been hurt far more than
they could ever imagine. They had no
idea what she could endure. Oh, they’d all guessed and given her their pitying
looks, but they didn’t know.

They couldn’t know.

Dirty Distractions Blurb:

She
wants a fling, and he wants forever…

Zoologist Sara Carmichael’s
active social life is the envy of all her friends, but she has a secret. She’s
bored senseless. If she has to go to one more bird sanctuary fundraiser with
some guy who thinks his little sports car makes him “hip”, she'll scream.

Enter Brad O’Halloran, her
best friend Kim’s much younger brother. A guy who’s picking up
the pieces after a quickie marriage and even quicker divorce. A guy so hot he
makes her body scream with frustration.

Until Sara’s apartment is
renovated, they’re all living at Kim’s place. Despite her determination not to
salivate at glimpses of Brad’s finer-than-fine body in nothing but a low-slung
towel, flirtation escalates to the brink of something more.

Now one of them has to back
down…or ante up for some good, dirty fun with the unspoken understanding that
when the time comes, they’ll make a clean break. Neither anticipated they’d
make the most complicated connection of all—love.

Warning: This book contains
a hero who knows how to make engines— and women—purr, seduction while on cold
meds, and a heroine who might be a little older but still enjoys learning a few
naughty new tricks.

USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn saves the
world one Photoshop file at a time in her job as a graphic designer. At night,
she writes sexy romance, drinks a lot of coffee, and plays her music way too
loud. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she’s watching men’s college
basketball, reading excellent books, and causing trouble. Sometimes
simultaneously.

www.cariquinn.com

Smexy
Excerpt:

Lips curving, Sara reached for her body
wash and squirted a huge dollop into her palm. She set aside the bottle and
rubbed the soap over her torso, her smile turning impish.

“Uh-oh. That smile scares me.”

She laughed and trailed bubbles over
Brad’s chest, leaning forward to nip the corded muscles in his shoulders. He
tensed, his pecs flexing under her meandering fingers.

“I want to watch you touch yourself.”
She looked up at him under her lashes. “That’s not scary, is it?”

“No.” His throat rippled as he
swallowed. “And I do aim to please.”

He didn’t hesitate to load up his hands
with the body wash she even now worked into his ropey upper arms. This was a
man for whom life itself was a workout. She would bet he didn’t even have a gym
membership. He just worked and played hard.

And she had a feeling he had sex the
same way. God, she couldn’t wait to find out.

They soaped each other for a couple minutes, the only sounds
the rushing water and their increasingly heavy breathing. Without a word, he
reached down and gripped his cock. When he began to move up and down in short
strokes, her breath caught. So hot. She’d seen men do that in adult movies but
never in reality. Never right in front of her.

His arm muscles flexed
as the first fat drop of precome seeped down his shaft before being washed
away. He sped up, working himself hard. Noting his firm hold, she bit her lip.
Maybe she’d been too careful when touching prior lovers. Not that she’d gotten
any complaints, but the harsh pumps of his hand gave her pause. They also
provoked a low moan.

The sexiest part of
this? His low-lidded, burning blue eyes were focused on her. Right now she was
the fuel for his fantasies. Knowing that brought a fresh rush of moisture
between her thighs.

Riveted, she cupped her own breasts,
hardly aware of what she was doing. But then she sneezed again, and he choked
out a laugh. “I’m going to get an erection every time I hear you sneeze from
now on. You know that, right?”

Instead of responding in kind, she
stared at his hand, now moving slower than before, and unwittingly pinched her
nipples. The pinch twanged in her lower belly, swift and sharp.

“Damn, baby, that’s beautiful.”
Reverence filled his tone.

She splashed a little water on them to
wash off the last of the body wash. After she turned off the tap, she stepped
closer and gazed deep into his eyes. What she saw there made her heart flutter
and her core clench. “Tell me what you imagine when you’re doing this alone.”

“I usually pretend you’re riding me.
Your hair loose, your breasts bouncing. I knew they’d be like this.” He molded
her flesh, his tanned fingertips against her pale skin an incredible turn-on. “Not
too big. Not too small. And your nipples…they’re the same cinnamon brown I
always pictured. Almost as pretty as those light brown eyes of yours.”

That his attention returned to her face
as he spoke inflamed every dormant nerve inside her body. He captured her lips,
tormenting her with light, teasing kisses that made her want to grab his arms
and drag him against her. But she reached for his cock instead, desperate to
learn how he would feel in her hand.

In her mouth. Inside her. Everywhere.

She shuddered, and he palmed her cheek. “Let’s
go in the bedroom.” Each subtle throb of his thick, velvety flesh told her how
much his own monologue had affected him. “It’s too cold in here, and you’re all
wet.”

“That won’t improve if we go in the
bedroom.”

His rich, appreciative laughter wound
around her while he nudged her out of the shower and bundled her into one of
her thick, Egyptian cotton towels. He folded another around her hair and led
her into her room, then tugged her onto the bed. When he started to pull her on
top of him, she put up a fight, enjoying the fierce flare of arousal on his
face as he finally pinned her beneath him.

“Like it rough, hmm?”

“Maybe.” She blew an escaped strand of
damp hair out of her eyes. “But it was more that. I had an ulterior motive. I
wanted you just like this.”

He arched a brow. “That so?”

“Oh yeah.” Watching
his face, Sara stroked the delicious erection flush against her belly. Then she
licked her palm and slickened his length, repeating the move until his cock
glistened. “Because you’re not finished.”

Monday, June 10, 2013

Well hello there and happy Monday! I am happy (and sad) to report that Lone Wolf: The Westervelt Wolves Book 8 has released! This is the completion of the series that started everything for me.

I hope that if you've taken the journey with the Kane brothers you will want to check out what has happened to Gabriel and how this part of their lives comes to conclusion. Gabriel was a tough story to tell. If you are the type of reader who doesn't start a series until it is finished then you should know that it is now complete.

And without further ado...I present Lone Wolf: The Westervelt Wolves Book 8

Gabriel sacrificed everything for the woman he loved—even his wolf. But the time has come for endings, and only he can bring down the evil that has plagued Westervelt for too long. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry. You’ll fall in love all over again in the thrilling conclusion of Rebecca Royce’s The Westervelt Wolves series!

All bad things must be destroyed…

Gabriel Kane has been betraying his family for forty years. To save a mate only he remembers, he made a deal with his father, Kendrick Kane, that would keep her alive. The price? Gabriel’s cooperation. Little by little his lies have eaten him alive until there is nothing left of him but a shell of the shifter he used to be.

He’s at the end of his rope. Only Kendrick’s death will end the pain. Even if it kills Gabriel in the process.

Taken from her family and forced to live with a man she despises, Carrie has grown stronger than she ever thought possible. And she will need to be, for only she can save Gabriel now. If she doesn’t, all is lost forever—not just for her, but for their entire pack. Winning is a long shot, but what other choice do they have?

Monday, June 3, 2013

a demonin
female form, said to have sexual intercourse
with men in theirsleep.
Compare incubus ( def. 1 ) .

2.

any demon or evilspirit.

3.

a strumpet or prostitute.

Succubus

A lady temptress and the counterpart to an Incubus. She
is thought to seek sexual intercourse with sleeping men. The succubus (as
well as Incubus) were thought to be fallen angels, looking for revenge.
Demons, witches and deformed children were the supposed outcome of
intercourse with a succubus (incubus).

One of my favorite demons to play with in my books has to be
a succubus. She is the epitome of all that is erotic and dangerous about women,
but as much of a prisoner of her lust as the men she seduces. Depending upon
who is telling the story she can either be a vengeful spirit bent on
destruction, or a sympathetic figure that is trapped in an endless cycle of
need.

I can’t help but think that stories of the succubus were yet
another way to demonize any woman who sought her own sexual pleasure. Any woman
who wants more than two pumps and a squirt in the dark must be possessed by an
evil sperm sucking demon! We all know only women possessed by the devil would
be interested in sexual satisfaction. ;)

And I have a
feeling that this was also a frequent excuse used by cheating men. No, honey, I
didn’t have the milkmaid in bed with me! It twaz that evil succubus draining my
seed to make more demon children. I was helpless against her infernal powers.
–insert image caughtcheating--

In ‘Princess of Lust’ we meet the queen of the succubus and
she is far more than meets the eye. A strong, powerful character in her own
right, she has a key role to play in Natalia’s present and future. I really
don’t want to say anymore without giving away too much, but suffice to say the
demoness has much to teach Natalia…and her men.

Princess of Lust is the second book in my ‘For the Love of
Evil’ trilogy. Because it is a continuing story line you really, really need to
read the first book ‘Daughter of Lust’ before losing yourself in the wicked pleasures
of ‘Princess of Lust’. Lucky you, it’s only 1 dollar right now! For real! I
hope you enjoy it and thank you for giving me the chance to entertain you. J

Friday, May 31, 2013

Happy Friday!I can’t believe it’s finally come.
*winks* I hope everyone’s week has flown by fast as mine and all of you are
looking forward to the weekend. But before I go any further, please allow me to
introduce myself and thank my host for having me here today.My name is Dakota Trace and I have the
pleasure of having a new book release today.As Rebecca has so generously allowed me to hijack her blog
for the for the first stop of my Essential Master blog tour, I wanted to bring
you something a bit different than the standard fare of blurb, excerpt and buy
links. You see I did this once before and let my muse run the blog tour and the
readers seemed to enjoy it, so I’ve decided to let the irrepressible Livvy
loose once more, but with me along to contain some of her zanier moments.

With that being said, let’s
introduce Ms. Livvy to you….

“I’m Dakota’s whip-wielding,
corset-wearing, rule-breaking, kicking-her-in-the-butt muse.”Livvy saunters into the room dressed as
usual in leather leggings, high-heeled boots, a fire-engine red corset with her
long dark hair spilling over her shoulders.Dressed as she is, I’m surprised she doesn’t have a
submissive trailing after her.But
wait she does. It looks like she decided to bring along Zebadiah – the male
submissive from Essential Master.

“Well, at least you followed
directions for once. You brought Zeb with you.”

Livvy sticks out her
tongue.Did I mention how childish
my muse is at times?Choosing to
ignore her, I turn my attention to Zebadiah. As usual he’s dressed in jeans and
polo, every ounce of his clothing accenting his slender build.Not overtly tall like most of my
heroes, he’s not much taller than myself, but I can see his strength in his
blue eyes. He’s been through hell and come out better for it.However, I did feel a bit of guilt,
since as his author I was the one who sent him there. Frankly I’m surprised
he’d want to be in the same room with me.

“Of course, I did.”Livvy eyed the basket Zeb was carrying.
“He has the goodies.”

“Which you’re lucky I have,
Miss Livvy. If Master knew his favorite petit-a-fours were in this…” he lifted
the basket up. “…I wouldn’t have made it out the door unmolested. That man has
a sweet tooth like no one’s business.”

Livvy smirked. “Of course he
does. Why do you think Steph has to hide them from him every time she picks
them up from the store?”

Zeb’s face lit up with a smile
at the mention of his Mistress.“She hasn’t since I moved in with them. I make them from scratch every
Sunday.”

Here I probably should tell you
that Zebadiah, my sexy submissive male is also is a chef – a pastry chef. What?
Did you think that all he did everyday was run around serving Steph and Nicky?
No, not my characters. They all have real jobs and Zeb runs his own bakery out
of his grandfather’s former home. They serve the best pastries, breads and
sweets in Napa Valley – or so Nicky assures me.

“Lucky…”

Whoa, time for an intervention.
Livvy can have a mouth like a truck driver at times.“Language, Livvy.”

She turns towards me and pouts.
“I was gonna say lady. Speaking of the lady, has she been giving it to you hard
enough Zeb? Or do I need to take her aside and give her pointers?” She fingers
the coiled whip at her hip.

Instead of taking me seriously,
she just laughs. “I hear he’s really good at heating things up…in the bedroom,
especially if he and Steph put their heads together…”

Biting my lip to keep from
strangling her, I strive for patience, even as my cheeks flush. I knew exactly
what she was talking about. Even if I’m the one who wrote the scene, to hear
her brag about it was a bit embarrassing. “Oh for heaven’s sake, Livvy, get
your mind out of the gutter.”

“Why? If I do yours won’t have
any company.”She sassed,
her hand on her hip.

Choosing to ignore her, I
focused on the job at hand. Namely the give-away. “Okay, just ignore the kinky
muse in the room.As I promised,
every stop has a giveaway of one of the two books in the Doms of Napa Valley
series. Today’s prize is the first book, Reluctant Master. So what do you have
to do for a chance to win it?Easy, answer the question below in the comments section. The answer will
be in the short excerpt which Rebecca will be posting with the blurb and cover
art.” I look to Livvy. “Did you remember to bring the picture of the grand
prize at least?”After my last
tour, I learned my lesson. Never give the muse the actual prize. She’ll abscond
with parts of it.

“Yep.”She reaches into her corset to tug out
the picture I gave her. “Here it is.”

“That’s it. A wonderful basket
full of goodies for your favorite night in. So after you give your answer in
the comment be sure to click on the button on the rafflecopter entry form.
It’ll enter you into the grand prize contest.”

Okay, I do believe that’s
everything but the question and blurb information. I nod to Zebadiah, who sets
the basket down. “The goodies in the basket are for you Ms. Rebecca to horde or
share with your family. Your choice. And thanks again for having me and I will
see you all tomorrow at Ellie
Potts’s blog.”

Blurb:

Submissive Zebadiah Pellegrino
maybe down, but he's not out yet. He knows there is a Dom or Domme for him -
it's just a matter of finding him or her. But after an attack by a brutal
Mistress, the owners of New Beginnings have been hovering like a pair of over
protective hens. It's been over a year and he's ready to move on, but now he
just has to convince them or leave New Beginnings.

New members, Dom Nicholaus
Tarquinio and switch Stephanie McKeown have a unique D/s relationship and have
been searching for some time for a third member, a submissive to complete their
triad. But the trick is to find a man who not only appeals to Nicholaus's
domination but isn't above allowing Stephanie to have her fun too.

When Zebadiah catches
Stephanie's eye, she and Nicholaus approach the wounded sub, wondering if he's
truly ready take what they have to offer him, or is Ethan right about Zebadiah
not being ready? Only time will tell.

Steph was washing her hands at the sink when she noticed Zeb's
tiny Honda pull up between her and Nicky's SUVs. Her heart leapt with
happiness. While they hadn't been expecting him, she was sure Nicky would be
happy to see him once he surfaced from his office. Glancing at the clock on the
wall, she sighed. Which gives me two
hours to keep Sexy busy. Her womb quivered at the possibilities of having
their sub at her tender mercy for such a time. But first, I have to get him to agree to it.

Moving with
purpose, she met him on the porch before he had a chance to ring the bell or
knock. A plan was brewing in her head, a pleasant surprise for Nicky when he
took his late afternoon break.

"Hey,
Sexy, I wasn't expecting to see you today. Is everything okay?" She
couldn't resist the urge to touch him, and brushed her fingers over his
shoulder.

He nodded. "Yep. I was missing you
and Sir, so I thought I might bring a basket of goodies over." He lifted a
tin-foil covered plate she hadn't noticed. "I was in a baking mood this
morning, and wanted to get your opinion on some tweaks I made to one of my
Gram’s recipes. I've been playing with a vegetarian line for my bakery. I
thought you and Nicky might be willing to be my guinea pigs?"

Steph's heart
melted. The fact that he'd brought his goodies all the way over for her and
Nicky to test them when he had a house full of taste-testers, touched her. "Well,
it depends. What's in it for me?"

"Ummm..."
He seemed flabbergasted. "My undying thanks?"

"Relax,
Sexy. I was thinking of a trade. Nicky and I will test your new creations if
you help me set up a surprise for our Master."